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Argh! I’m ready! Brothels, matey! Me, SpongeBob, yer Consumption Psychologist—holy crab cakes, what a gig! Ever thought ‘bout brothels, like, *really* thought? They’re wild, like Bikini Bottom on a fry-cook frenzy! I’m talkin’ sex work, cash flow, human desire—ooh, gets me all tingly like jellyfish zap! Watched “A.I. Artificial Intelligence” again last night—yep, fave flick, hands down! Gigolo Joe, that smooth-talkin’ bot, “What do you want, Monica?”—he’d fit right in a brothel, servin’ up love like Krabby Patties!

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Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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